Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Romania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mary Jane Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
EPMD,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.